Small Town Survival

I promise lots of words about Chicago (if you even knew I was gone) as soon as I get a chance. In the meantime, I just wanted to make note of the fact that there's something perfect about sleeping in my own bed after four nights on a couch. Not that the couch wasn't comfortable or anything, don't get me wrong, but it's just not the same. You know that feeling in the morning when your bed is perfect and the last thing you want to do is leave it behind for the day? Well my bed felt like that from the moment I lay down last night until the moment I got up this morning. Or I assume it felt like that while I was sleeping.

Simple Perfection.